Northern sat cross-legged while others were sound asleep, his eyes distant. He looked like he was staring at the tree in front of him, but his eyes were so out of focus that it was obvious his mind was somewhere else.
'What in the world have I created? What have I done?'
He couldn't answer the question himself. He tried to piece together and compare his new summon Bairan with Revant.
Of course, Revant was probably more powerful—though that was subjective—but there was a fine and dangerous aura that Bairan exuded.
It was ancient, resplendent, empyrean, and most importantly, humbling.
Compared to how Revant shared a drastic familiarity to his appearance, distinguished only by his hair, Bairan looked nothing like him.
It seemed one way or another the Sword King Bairan's original face had managed to merge with his, creating something entirely different.